Chapter 9 - The Trap Springs
I unlocked my apartment door and stepped back into the living room.
Two local police officers stood in the hallway, accompanied by my smug, smiling parents.
My father held up the forged psychiatric order, declaring that they were taking me away for my own good.
My mother wiped fake tears from her eyes, playing the role of a concerned parent perfectly.
They expected me to scream, fight, and prove their lies about my mental instability.
Instead, I gestured politely toward the living room sofa.
The officers stepped inside, closely followed by my arrogant parents.
Their confident smiles vanished instantly when they saw who was sitting in my living room.
The federal prosecutor stood up, holding a thick file containing the cartel ledger photographs.
The investigative journalists raised their cameras, recording every single second of the ambush.
My father froze, his face turning an alarming shade of gray.
The federal prosecutor informed the local officers that the judge who signed the order had just been arrested for bribery.
He then turned to my parents and read them their Miranda rights.
My mother began to scream frantically, claiming that I had framed them and forged the documents myself.
The prosecutor calmly played the audio recording of my father trying to pin the debt on Jake.
The absolute silence that followed was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard.
The police officers quickly handcuffed my mother and father, ignoring their pathetic pleas for mercy.
My father begged me to help them, reminding me that we were blood.
I looked him dead in the eyes and told him my family ended the day he chose a yacht over my leg.
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As they were dragged out the door in disgrace, the prosecutor checked his phone.
He announced that Madison was currently attempting to flee international waters.
